He'd finally found his Mister Right.
Lovely young rounded face, big beautiful dark eyes, spikey dark hair, sweet mischievous grin, perfect South African in the U.S. , had him laughing every night, entertained with tales about home, about his dad, a great SA wrestler, legendary even, watched him in the ring, bouncing around, amazing athlete, superb 450 splash.
He was really in love this time, not the mere crush he had on his other boyfriend.
This was the real thing.
Now the difficulty, figuring out how to break up with the other guy in his life without crushing him, shattering him.
Because the poor fellow had been battered and bruised, knocked around enough.
It was Dolph focusing on HIM, not on April, that caught his attention.
Performance Center, grand opening, suits and ties all around for the men, cameras aplenty, reporters asking questions...
Dolph still staring at him, beaming.
Leaned close for a whisper.
'Want to go make out?'
'Sure.' Drew replied. He felt giddy but not guilty. April, apparent by her scowl, had heard the talk.
She'd HEARD them and was poed, which was the plan.
'Restroom?'
'Best wait until after this event simmers down.'
'Yeah, logical.'
'Then...hmmm, how about my room?'
'I'm up for it.'
April glared at her sneakers, hissed something at Langston who nodded and patted her back in support.
Dolph chuckled, getting more daggers thrown.
Drew laughed and smiled too.
Things were improving.
Sky blue fake fur handcuffs leftovers of Justin's, helped keep slippery boy in place.
Blindfold the greatest item, to help the trick along.
Her phone hidden very close along with the sound recorder.
Spies playing games.
drew rubbed and piched, bit and stroked every spot he needed to, in order to warm things up nicely.
Tiniest, faintest tap at the door.
He snuck from Dolph, opened it silently, waved Kaitlyn inside.
'Baby? Baby, where'd you go?/!'
'I'm right here, hunting the lotions.' Drew answered as the Diva whose chest he was smitten with, snapped one picture after the next of one oily Ziggy stripped nude as a newborn, and made recordings of the sighs and moans, dirty talk while Drew flopped bits of his body between two large hands.
Then the money shot of fooling, Kaitlyn on the bed, grinning, doing some flopping of her own, mouth wide open.
A hasty retreat to the hallway.
'She's going to hate you for this.'
'She already DOES. And I hate her so that's that.'
'Pleasurable business.' Drew coughed, did what he could to look innocent which was difficult sporting dimples.
'Oh...yeah, right. But only this once.' Kaitlyn said and flashed him.
'Thank you ladies, its been fun.'
'Idiot! Hey should we...untie him?'
'I'll talk like Dean and say-'
'You're going to LEAVE him there?!' Kaitlyn doubled over laughing.
'Yeah, I never liked that guy.'
commotion had died down, this late night hour and the fleeting thought of Dolph still in lockdown of intimacy didn't bother him one crumb.
They'd in fact, used Curt's room, just as he'd asked.
Curt after all had his own games involving 'Dizzy' that Drew refused to dwell on.
Biggest ring set up and double 450s flying, spinning in it.
Justin, obviously, and some stranger, some kid.
He hoped Jayge wouldn't spark up his usual 'woman with pms' attitude he had far too often.
Especially since he'd kindly invited Star along.
But it was Star who seemed the most emotional, turning a sickly color at the sight of the strange kid.
A mystery to solve.
And Drew liked a good mystery.
